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The train wasn't moving it laid on the tracks like it was sleeping
And I looked out my window at the place I was leaving
Then I checked all my bags to make sure I had all that was mine
Even though I already knew I was leaving something big behind
Then I laid my head back and stared off at the ceiling
Heard the train whistle wail then the drumming of the engine
Now I'm riding the very same train that I stepped off of just yesterday
Where a man took my ticket and he tore it all apart
Just like your words did to my heart
And when my feet touch the ground sometime after dark
I'll shoulder my bag and swear with all my heart
I'll never step on a train in my life again
There was a lady across the isle she looked like you maybe older
She was sleeping beside her husband and had her head on his shoulder
I watched her for awhile till he caught me staring
I wonder if he knew by my eyes how badly I wished I was him
The old man beside me spoke of the weather back home
I couldn't muster a word through the lump in my throat
I told him I didn't feel like talking and I slumped down in my seat
And as he looked towards to front I pretended to sleep
I wanted to tell that old man I hadn't meant what I said
But I just held my tongue and stared out the window instead
Wanted to tell I ain't such a bad guy I hadn't meant to come off cold
It's just that this train I'm riding on, I hadn't planned on riding alone